While the temperatures lately have reminded me winter isn't quite over yet, camping season is still rapidly approaching. I went to the family farm this weekend, hung out with my dad, and pulled my kayak out of the barn where it spends every winter. It made the trip home with me, and is now back in Toronto where it lives the rest of the year, down at the lake. When I pulled off the tarp, the need to go for a paddle hit me like a wave.
With the highest 'high' on the long term forecast being 6 degrees, I might have to wait another couple of weeks.